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A thread for with which to vent.

The girl I was seeing as of last night planned a road trip through No CA with another man while telling me she loves me and wants to go to bed. I kicked her out of my apt. How's that for a vent. No joke.
We were planning on getting married but she had a sudden change of heart recently & coincidentally she kept bringing up a friend of hers that gets to test drive new cars for Kelly Blue Book. It turns out it's the same guy. At first she said she planned a road trip by herself which she'd done before then she gets a few beers in her & spills the beans that bluebook is playing the knight & tells her she can't go alone so she invited him Tue night at a friend's dinner party. Not sure how long she's been ****ing him but they can **** all they want now.
 
Okay ill bitch.

Every week I see fender come out with another series of basses that are the same as the last weeks. And then cant f'king make a series of lefties just once even. Or....use your old templates and give me some diff colors. IDC use scrap wood, just throw a bone!
That gas $ alone you guys spend on having half the " American made instruments" made in Mexico far surpasses some lefty lovin!

Okay back to earth and pretending im a rightly online.
 
Smothered burrito? Whats in that?

I no longer patron Taco Bell, as their food is too unfulfilling for me. I cant stand their watery beans.

I do visit Del Taco about once a week, but they use real beans and their food is much more stomachable (plus I get two 1/2 lb bean & cheese burritos for 99¢). If I want good mexican food I hit up my local hole in the wall.

I believe it consisted of rice, Taco Bell's proprietary meat substance, a few beans (not the slop), wrapped (seemingly twice), swimming in the red sauce that the Pintos 'n Cheese comes with and two cheeses on top.

Their refried beans are so watery, the bean burrito is like trying to eat a giant slug with the guts bunching up in the end.

Del Taco is pretty good also, perhaps better than Bell. We didn't have one here until three years ago and I'd been conditioned to prefer Bell by then.

Matticus: Love the avatar!
 
Hey crackheads up the street. Yeah you. This is maybe the third post I've written here about you yet you haven't changed your ways. Don't you frequent TB?

Stop with the fighting. You've screwed your kids up so bad, I'm afraid of them and they're like 3 & 4 year olds. I commend you for teaching the youngest how to ride a bike WITH a helmet, but why does the kid no longer wear it?

Your daughter is a freakin spook. She wears a filthy white princess gown and mouths who knows what with a blank stare at me whenever I drive by. I know she's looking through my soul and cursing me, because I've been pretty sick ever since you freaks moved in.

And what's with your car? Someone handed you a fairly nice Ford Expedition less than six months ago, and now there's dents all the way around and it's missing both rear windows. My son said he heard you crazy ______s screaming at each other and glass breaking. That explains the glass in the street yesterday morning.

Get a grip before I have to change my answer on the killing poll thread.
 
Costco zombies!

Brain dead people stumbling along, pushing shopping carts aimlessly, each one unaware of the clot of people behind them that they are blocking. They position their carts unpredictably while they browse the aisle looking for something to spend money on.

I never go to Costco without knowing EXACTLY what I am there for. I cannot imagine the mentality behind buying the institutional pack of barbecue sauce on a whim and then stumbling open mouthed to another aisle to see what precious treasures you didn't know you must have...

It's fan-rig-gen COSTO! Ya hit the 144-pack of toilet paper and ya get the heck out! Ya don't go day-dreaming along like it was Macy's!
 
Costco zombies!

Brain dead people stumbling along, pushing shopping carts aimlessly, each one unaware of the clot of people behind them that they are blocking. They position their carts unpredictably while they browse the aisle looking for something to spend money on.

I never go to Costco without knowing EXACTLY what I am there for. I cannot imagine the mentality behind buying the institutional pack of barbecue sauce on a whim and then stumbling open mouthed to another aisle to see what precious treasures you didn't know you must have...

It's fan-rig-gen COSTO! Ya hit the 144-pack of toilet paper and ya get the heck out! Ya don't go day-dreaming along like it was Macy's!

'Dawn of the Dead'. That's all. If you haven't seen it, you should. Watch the original. It's hilarious.

We have 'ASDA' zombies here. I hate shopping there. The other day I went shopping with my neighbour whose six-year-old is in a wheelchair. You'd think that we'd be given a bit of space to be able to get between the aisles. You'd be wrong.
 
Another bitch.

Chinese restaurants never have the right selection of vegetarian food.

Someone's going to tell me to 'stop being a vegetarian' and 'what do you expect?!' but that's not the issue. One place will have the starter I want, one place will have the main and one place will have the dessert. No place locally has more than one of the three at any one time so either I have to eat something I don't particularly like as one of the courses or forgo two (usually I go with the latter option). Why can't one bloody Chinese restaurant have at least two of my favoured options? I'm happy with large spring rolls, rice and hoisin. Stick in the fritters at the end and I'm fine but no. It's one or the other. Never both.

Bastards.
 
Another bitch.

Chinese restaurants never have the right selection of vegetarian food.

Someone's going to tell me to 'stop being a vegetarian' and 'what do you expect?!' but that's not the issue. One place will have the starter I want, one place will have the main and one place will have the dessert. No place locally has more than one of the three at any one time so either I have to eat something I don't particularly like as one of the courses or forgo two (usually I go with the latter option). Why can't one bloody Chinese restaurant have at least two of my favoured options? I'm happy with large spring rolls, rice and hoisin. Stick in the fritters at the end and I'm fine but no. It's one or the other. Never both.

Bastards.

You dont need to stop being a vegetarian, you just need better chinese foos places.
I worked hard last saturday and came home with a crisp $100 bill, so naturally I ordered take out. I was able to have 4 vegetarian dishes delivered to my doorstep.
 
You dont need to stop being a vegetarian, you just need better chinese foos places.
I worked hard last saturday and came home with a crisp $100 bill, so naturally I ordered take out. I was able to have 4 vegetarian dishes delivered to my doorstep.

I'm living in the wrong place. Clearly.

The arse end of post-industrial North Kent (bordering on London) is no place for a budding Chinese chef.
 
When you use acronyms for everything (news media stories included), it characterizes you as enjoying talking over the listener, and not to them.

What do the letters CR stand for? <--- Remember, you will only look stupid if you ask. :eyebrow:
 
I finally had a face to face with the crackhead up the street (referenced in post #512 as well as earlier) a couple of weeks ago. I heard them yelling (mostly the Mrs.) at around 6 am and my son said he heard them from 1 am on, then a loud crashing noise occurred. I saw the male cracky walking away from the house FAST while his betrothed followed, shrieking like a banshee in withdrawal.

Awhile later, I was in my driveway smoking and he came walking past my house toward his. I asked if everything was OK and he informed me they had been evicted. We discussed his lovely yet scabby wife's anger issues, and I told him to keep the yelling down for sake of the cracklets (their kids).

Not ten minutes went by and she was at it again. Crash! More breaking glass. I had the non-emergency number for the PoPo in my phone (crazy ex) and the coppers were there within 10 minutes.

The crackheads are gone, but the next people that live there will probably be the same type. I'm poor, so it comes with the territory I guess.